Staying with the Styles'

Chapter 10

I'm sitting in the home theatre eating some cereal, and flipping through channels when something catches my eye.

I see a face that I recognize, and when I look closer i nearly choke on my frosted flakes. That's me. There is a picture of me on television.

I turn up the volume as a young, blonde woman shows up on screen.

"Harry's new girl: will this fling fizzle out? That's what One Direction fans around the world are wondering. Harry Styles of One Direction has been photographed with the same girl multiple times within the past three months."

Pictures of Harry and I show up in the upper right corner of the screen. Pictures of us at the park, us kissing outside of the arcade, us leaving a restaurant; a bunch of pictures that I didn't even know where taken.

"We asked our viewers if they thought this fling would fizzle, and 73% said it would."

Gee, that's hopeful.

"The couple seems to be moving fairly quickly, as they have been spotted arriving at Harry's house late at night many times."

Duh, our families live together! Wow these people need to get their facts right.

"Will this womanizer ever quit? I'm Harmony Scott, and that was your Daily Dose of Drama."

A new program comes on and I turn off the television. I didn't even realize how many people had been watching Harry and I. That's so creepy.

Nobody else is home, so I decide to take a hot bath. When I'm done I go back downstairs and see that Harry is home.

"Hey, love." He says smiling "how was your day?"

We sit down on a couch together in the living room and I tell him about what I watched on t.v. He shakes his head and frowns, but waits until I'm done before speaking.

"I honestly thought we had been doing a good job of staying out of the spotlight." He says before quickly adding, "It's not that I want you to be hidden, it's just that the media can be so damn annoying."

I nod my head.

"Maybe the best way to handle this is to go public with our relationship and show that it isn't just a fling." Harry suggests.

"What do you mean?"

"Well as much as I hate to say it, maybe we should tip off the paparazzi on where we are? So that they can see us together?"

"Maybe we could go out with our families to show them that it's a close relationship or whatever." I add.

"Sounds like a plan. Dinner this evening, then?"

"Sure, we can tell our parents when they get home."

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Later that night, Harry tweets a picture of us and motions where we're going for dinner.

Harry also decides that we should a limo so both our families pile in and head over to a restaurant.

I'm wearing heels and a dress. The dress is strapless, and it is white on the top down to where my rib cage ends, and the bottom is blue. The front if the skirt stops at about my mid-thigh and it gradually grows long as it goes around to the back.

I've done my makeup perfectly, putting on foundation, mascara, blush, and a touch of eyeliner.

I find myself getting nervous on the way to dinner, because I know all eyes will be on me.

I'm starting to sweat, but try to calm myself down because I don't want to ruin my makeup or anything. I want to look perfect.

Harry notices how nervous I am and he gives my hand a quick squeeze before telling us on how to handle the paps.

"We're here to be seen, not heard. Try not to look right at them. Smile, but look down. DO NOT answer any questions." Harry instructs as we pull up to the restaurant. The driver gets out and opens the door for us.

I can immediately tell that there are tons of people out there.

Our parents get out, followed by Gemma and then Harry and I. Lights are flashing everywhere and I'm scared I'll go the wrong way or get lost in the crowd.

Harry grabs my hand and holds on tight, guiding me along.

Questions are being asked from all directions. Who am I, are we serious, how long have we known each other, and so on.

"Are you in the relationship for the money or the fame?" One asks, shoving a microphone in my face.

I'm about to react, but Harry squeezes my hand as a reminder to stay calm. I take a deep breath, and continue walking.

We make it into the restaurant without a glitch, and we are escorted to our table.

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I quickly wrote this between my dance classes, literally in fifteen minutes. I'll edit tomorrow, enjoy!!!